When you're little everything is black and white, its simple and easy to break down. Everybody is either good or evil, pretty or ugly, your ally or your enemy. Anything and everything you see is immediately categorized as an extreme, and grey just isn't in your colour spectrum.
That was me, raised with fairy tales and damsels in distress. Even when I first became a kunoichi I was still waiting on my knight in shining armor. For me (and lots of other girls) this was Sasuke, he was the spitting image of perfection in my young, 12 year old eyes.
But when he left me on that bench seven years ago everything turned upside down. My black and white photograph turned a cold, unforgiving grey, it's shiny finish dulled and cracked. It was all ruined, shredded, lost… I've never felt so abandoned.
But it changed me, without the past I would be a different person. I would never have grown into a stubborn, strong willed medic nin. I would never have come into my full potential. Thousands of important events would have never come to pass. Not to steal lines or anything, but perhaps this is just my destiny; this is the road I was always meant to travel down.
I've made some questionable decisions over my time, my judgment often rash and emotional. With ever Sasuke-less mistake and success I have grown and changed. I bet money Sasuke can barely recognize me now, both physically and personality wise. My hair is no longer pink, ANBU deciding that a dark chestnut was less conspicuous. I 'm more thoughtful, logical, I understand what needed to be done, and am not afraid to make sacrifices. I know what it's like to be alone, to be afraid.
But, enough background, I do have a story tell and I need to get it on paper before my head explodes. I suppose if I write it down then it will seem truer… Like it all actually happened. Even now it's all still a little blurry and grey. I have no limits; no true right and wrong, no white. Instead, my sheet of solid grey is spattered with blotches of black and red.